Jason had always sort of hoped that the fact that he wasn’t the Crown Prince would mean that he’d get to marry for love rather than politics, but the threat of war means that he’s fresh out of luck. Artemis has made it clear that married or not he is not welcome in her bed, but he may amuse himself with whoever he wants so long as there are no illegitimate heirs.

His bodyguard Slade proves that this might not be the worst arrangement.
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Dick's eyes are blood-red and beautiful, his teeth sharp like a shark's, and sometimes his fingers turn into talons, the better to rend Jason's flesh with. Ever since dying that first time, Jason's tolerance for pain has been inhuman and Dick is having his giddy fun with that. It hurts like a motherfucker whenever Dick peels back his skin, but it's enough to kickstart his heart and get his blood pumping again. Good thing Roy always has their backs, patching him up and grounding Dick.

Jason hasn't felt alive in years, but he comes closest when he's with the two of them.
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Ignis' past lovers has never really paid much attention to his chest so imagine his surprise when he gets with Gladio who really zeroes in and focuses on his nipples, drawing out the most embarrassing and obscene noises.

Jared is looking for some fun for the night and finds mutual interest over a dating app with Jensen. When the two meet up, lots of sex happens. And in the morning, after Jensen asserts that he's not a morning person, Jared tries to change that and...well...sex happens again.

Dean is very focused on finding and killing Michael and has thrown himself into research with a passion exceeding even Sam’s. But both Sam and Cas are worried about this; Dean won’t stop even to sleep or eat, at least not for long.

While all three of them are in the library, Sam has an idea and gets up and goes over to Cas and asks if the angel trusts him.

Cas does, and so Sam ties him to the chair he’s sitting in. And he slowly opens Cas’s shirt, and his pants, and plays with his nipples, and kisses him, and nips and licks, and then jerks Cas off but refuses to let him come.

And Dean is trying to ignore this obvious attempt to distract him but Cas’s moans and pleas and Sam’s dirty talk is getting to him, and he snaps at Sam about it, to either knock it off or let Cas come so they can get back to what they’re supposed to be doing.

Sam says if Dean wants Cas to come, he’ll have to take care of it himself.

So Dean does, fingering Cas while Sam keeps playing with his dick until the angel comes hard enough he nearly passes out.

Dean needs to come himself at that point, so switches the tables on Sam, and ties him up to watch while Cas rides Dean until they both come.

“Three days, Cas,” Dean groaned. “You’re not going to call her tomorrow and scare her off, like you always do! Or worse, tonight! That has ‘creeper’ written all over it.”
Or, the one where Dean pretends to be a woman who likes to text Cas in order to teach him a lesson, and finds that he’s way in over his head.

This is part of what Dean hates most. The choice.
He knows they watch and measure, taking notes on how he reacts, what he chooses. Seeing which things get to him the most. They’re making a big damn list of all of his most easily opened wounds - so they can break him down more easily.
And it’s working.